A Theory of Motives, Ideals, and Values in Education

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1907 - Education - 534 pages
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Page 30 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea.
Page 400 - It was the lark, the herald of, the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Page 6 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not, and torture not again. From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure.
Page 359 - So every spirit as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit it, and it more fairly dight With cheerful grace and amiable sight, For of the soul the body form doth take.
Page 293 - [The State] is a partnership in all science ; a partnership in all art; a partnership in every virtue, — and in all perfection. As the ends of such a partnership cannot be obtained in many generations, it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living, those who are dead, and those who are to be born. . . . The
Page 29 - To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die ; . . . a time to break down, and a time to build up; ... a time to
Page 473 - I dare not guess ; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant, if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.
Page 369 - As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime : " Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.
Page 474 - Dark mother, always gliding near, with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome ? Then I chant it for thee ; I glorify thee above all; I bring thee a song, that when thou must indeed come, Come unfalteringly.
Page 105 - God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. " I will have never a noble. No lineage counted great; Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Shall constitute a state.

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